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They don’t know if it’s a sentence they agree with or were told. We just make sure it’s the thought that motivates them.

Because he cold called people for a living, Scott called a lot of people, but was rarely called himself. So when he got a call from a customer complaining about all the cold calls he was about to hang up but  found that the guy had a really  attractive voice. It was nice and relaxing to listen to and he found himself indulging the man by listening to what he had to say.

He suddenly realised he had dozed off and, checking the clock, saw that the man on the phone had been talking to him for over an hour.

He appologised  to the man, surprising himself with how much he meant it, and then foundhimself booking into a ceminar on cold calling the man had recomended. When the booking form asked who had recomended it he simply typed ‘Sir’ without thinking about it. There were sure to be  other cold callers there, he wondered if Sir himself would be  there.

He sat there in his chair, wondering if he should give up the cold calling job, not noticing that his shirt was unbuttoned and his hairy chest muscles exposed. And if he felt the soggy mess he had made in his underwear he dismissed it as a sign of how manly he was.

He thinks it’s a little odd that wearing headphones is now part of the uniform. He doesn’t notice the shift in clientele for the day. Neither does he think it odd as his manager stops him every few minutes and instructs him to remove another article of clothing.

“No more jackets.” “No more ties.” “No more belts.”

Billy does enjoy the tunes he gets to listen to, though he does start to get really thirsty. Luckily, the manager told them there was some water in the back they were welcome to, should that happen. Billy went to the back, found the cups laid out for them, grabbed one, downed it and turned to go back to the front. The manager stopped him and said “No more shoes.”

Billy complied.

As Billy roamed the store, asking customers if they needed help and checking items were still in their proper places, he couldn’t help but feel very positive about the way many of the men were openly watching him. It seemed they were watching him more than they were checking the merchandise.

“No more buttons.” He heard his manager say. Well, his shirt and pants both had those, so they had to go. Of course, this meant Billy had no way to carry the device that fed him the tunes, but Billy really didn’t have any need for it anymore, anyway. He handed the manager the pants, shirt and headphones and returned to his meandering. Down to socks, briefs and an A shirt, Billy found himself feeling very lithe and limber. He got thirsty, again, and returned for another cup of water.

“No more shirts.” “No more socks.” Billy heard these as he made his way to the back. He didn’t even notice they weren’t spoken by his manager, but by all those sexy men that seemed to not just watch him, but follow him around.

The manager was near the back door, so before Billy went for that second cup, he asked for a moment to talk to him. “I don’t think it’s right for me to be wearing so much.” Billy’s manager seemed to agree.

The manager smiled and said “Well, you take it off if it’s making you uncomfortable.” Right there on the spot, with no concern for all the men who’d chosen him out of all the other now nearly naked employees wandering aimlessly about the store, Billy removed the last of his clothing.

“Now,” said Billy’s manager, “no more water. I have something else for you to swallow.” Billy was led a short distance to a group of men who were all preparing their cocks for Billy. Billy was directed to sit in the middle of a circle of them. “You sit right down there and swallow as much as you like.”

Billy was thrilled. After all that walking around and doing nothing, he was finally going to be able to take some time on the job and work ever so hard on as much cock as would put itself in front of him, or beside him or behind him. Billy swallowed a lot of cock. Billy started to get tired, but he never wanted to stop swallowing cock. So much cock, so much cum spitting at him. Such bliss. Spewing cum on his face, in his mouth—Billy swallowed all he could and then some.

Eventually, Billy’s manager came back and said that was enough and it was time to close. Billy was taken to a room in the back, with all the other chosen employees. They had some time to themselves before the manager came back. They all found it irresistible, the amount of cum covering them all. They got in a good fuck and licked it all off while the manager took bids from his clients.

When the auction was ended, the manager returned to guide them all to the showers. They cleaned, they fucked some more, they were led to the room where they would sleep.

In the morning, they would be woken and delivered to their new Masters.

It was about the third day when the fog first rolled in. It started in the early morning. They awoke to it just beginning to thicken. The breeze pushed warm air through their tent as they both got dressed. Not long after they started to wander, though, the fog getting thicker by the minute, they both felt a persistent urge to grab one another and pull on their clothes. It was as if distance was painful, so they needed to be as close as possible.

But as the clothes came off and their tongues began to yearn as much as their fingers, they both began to recognize that it wasn't enough. They didn't need to think about how to get closer, though. They were already hard and poking into each other. They melted to the ground and swallowed each other and sucked and slurped and pumped and fucked each other until they came in and all over each other's mouths and faces. Not thinking of anything else, they immediately did it again.

And again.

And again...

Jeff couldn't take the psychological crap Ben was playing on him as they wrestled. It got so bad, Jeff couldn't even tell who won. He found Ben in the showers, afterward (never thinking on the coincidence of choosing the same of so many lockers to use). With just the two of them in there, Jeff felt no resistance to what he really wanted to do to the guy. What surprised him was when Ben knelt as Jeff approached and his dick slid easily and directly into Ben's mouth. Jeff thought his memory was a bit spotty, because the next thing was some ass fucking, but... there were more men and... they weren't in the showers anymore. There were just... lots of hairy torsos and... hairy faces... slimy tongues and delicious wet hard cocks. Jeff was getting more dick in him than he ever thought he would want and he hoped it never stopped.

Jasper loved to be in the woods, to be surrounded by wood, to have it in him, to be moist with the morning, to be covered in juices by night. He never got enough.

What was on the telly, some sort of sport? Lots of men breathing heavily, it sounded quite engaging. Much like rugby, a bunch of men all over each other.

He gets very curious, so he peeks around the corner. When he finds out it’s not on a screen, when he sees that maybe he could join those men all over each other, he starts to understand how much he wants to. Without really thinking about it, he starts to untie his shorts and take steps closer.

They never quite recognize they're doing it, but he's pushing his last remaining connection to his old life right off all on his own.

Hey, man, thanks for inviting me out here. I mean… For providing the drinks and the food and the boat and everything; this is awesome. I just… I feel so good. Can I… Do you mind if I take my shorts off? It’s just so great and my cock is so hard, my shorts are tight and I… I’ll just take them off and enjoy myself. Just toss ‘me away and relax. Man, thanks for these drinks are awesome. And I just love food delicious. Hard cock. Wonderful. I’ll just take hard cock in me.

It’s a great way to relax. You’re not all the way on the floor, but you’re not relying on balance and the weight is very comfortably distributed. You can even get a massage while you’re there. With our program, it’s a very different massage than some people might think. Our massage is very deep. You have to be very relaxed for this kind of deep inner massage. You’re lucky we gave you something for that. When you’re new to the massage, we start in the back. When you’re more familiar, we tend to begin in the front. Later, we just set you down and set the cock loose on you. You’re very loose by then.

I like to have pleasurable things to look at. Working with the company, I’ve been able to improve my decorations considerably. Now, I have a toy waiting for my desires in almost every room. It’s getting to where I have enough of them to engage in some … relaxing … whenever I like. This one is my favorite, though. He takes my cock very well. I like watching his hard cock bounce on his stomach as I fuck him. So big and … If I’m not careful, I’ll do something stupid, like … Ohh, his cock would feel so good in my mouth. I bet I could swallow the whole thing if I tried… I’ll bet my independence. In fact, I’ll have him shove his beautiful, hot erection down my throat while I fuck one of my other toys. He’s so well trained, I bet he could fuck my face for days. To swallow that rod of his, and the juices it can spew… I might lose my will to that cock, but it would be worth it.

Gene couldn’t remember what they had been talking about. The guy in the hoodie suddenly kissed him. It was just a closed-mouth touch, at first, but it was firm and he didn’t bounce back or stop; he stayed pressed. Gene used a hand to push him away, but it was just his arm and they were still kissing when Gene opened his mouth to say something. Instead of Gene saying something, the still pressed lips of the hoodie guy seemed to press something into Gene’s mouth. He spent a moment wiggling his tongue, trying to find it and then realized he was still face to flattened face with this total stranger… This totally… sexy stranger. Gene parted his lips again and something else slipped into his mouth: the tantalizingly wet tongue of that hot guy in the alley who was so adamant about kissing. Gene relented. This time Gene’s hand pulled the arm closer. That’s when the sexy alley guy started removing Gene’s clothes. All the while they were lip locked, he removed one article at a time; unbuttoning here, unzipping there, slipping off this way and that. Slowly, Gene became naked; all the while almost completely focused on staying firmly in direct physical contact, mouth to mouth with this stranger he met in the alley. Slobber was dripping down Gene’s chest from it; and he continued dribbling on himself as they alley guy directed the naked and mindless Gene to a room full of his collection: mindless naked hairy men who couldn’t stop molesting any man within reach.

He tried to stay angry. He tried to stay opposed to the idea. They were moaning so loud, though. Julio couldn’t help but glance at the screen now and again. The sound of the video had all of his attention. Those guys just… those moans as they stimulated their junk… A gasp, a voiceless and breathy exhale. 

A groan that was actually his. The sounds of hot sex. He wanted to stimulate his junk. The thought of using his hand for a minute to rub one out was starting to feel like a really good idea. Nothing but naked hairy men on the screen, though. He kept pulling his eyes away from the video, but that sound… not just heavy breathing… and his hand rubbing at his crotch… Oh, to slide all the way down on it. He looked at the screen again. There was a big hard cock filling the frame. His junk was that hard. His junk was aching in his jeans.

He looked down at his bulge, the long log a mound in the fabric. He firmly and slowly was rubbing it with his flat open palm. He was getting hot; actually really hot. He suddenly noticed how uncomfortable he was and pulled off his sweatshirt. He was kind of sloppy about it, though, and took his shirt off with it. Now bare-chested, his hands were rubbing themselves all over. It felt so good. He looked at the video. His hands on his chest, his thighs, his bulging… The men on screen were moaning, grinding, cock and sweat rubbing… He closed his eyes. A bulging cock. He opened his eyes again.

There was a bulging cock in his face. His junk was so hard and aching. Why was he still wearing his pants? He wanted… He wanted to be holding his junk. He definitely wanted to rub one out. There was cock in his face. His hands made to grab at his junk, but they found other cock first. He felt his pants coming off. He turned his head, trying not to look at the video. There was a cock in his face. Masturbating cock. There was another hard cock squishing its head into his cheek. He just wanted to…

His groin was on fire and there was cock in his face. Cock pressing the sides of his face. He wanted his… Mouth on cock always felt fucking fantastic. Hard, yearning, aching cock, filling his vision and poking him all over. He wanted his cock… Julio opened his lips for the cock in his face. He wanted this cock. He pressed his lips around the tip and licked the opening. He could feel it on his junk. The taste of flesh so sweet. The light touch on his junk was excruciatingly teasing. He opened his mouth, pulling his jaw wider and savoring a mouthful of sweet flesh cock. The feel of it was amazing.

There was so much cock. His mouth worked, his hands worked; cock. It was warm and good. There was still more of the cock that was in his mouth… The groin that sprouted it was still inches away from his nose. He prepared to swallow the sweet flesh in his mouth and pushed more of it in. His cock was enveloped. The sliding felt so good. He pulled the cock back out of his mouth, licking it until he felt the slit at the end again. There was a sweet nectar coming from there. He slurped it and licked and pushed the cock in again, sliding… 

The cocks in his hands were slippery, too, sliding… Sliding over his balls and between his legs. Everything was cock and slippery. Sliding between his butt cheeks. Sliding down his throat, engulfing cock. Swallowing his junk, engulfing it to the base. Slipping into his ass, the cock goes all the way in. Everywhere it can, slippery wet precum cock slides all the way down. The hot heavy sweating moaning blazing fire was burning, burning pleasure out of control and into bliss.

The buttons kept slipping. He quit worrying about it. Then, some really surprisingly sexy men joined the activities. It was impossible to hide the fact his dick was so hard. Later, they and some others stuck around to hang out. The buttons kept slipping. Everyone laughed. When the button slipped that loosed his throbbing stiff member, the night got very interesting.

I had never considered it before, but I was out for a night walk and passed this guy. We crossed paths in the light of a neon sign and he gave me a look. I stopped and stood there for just a moment. Immediately, he took me inside, strapped me down and stuffed me with so much I don’t even know how many. When they finally finished, I was sad. Eventually I fell asleep and was so happy to wake up to a couple guys stuffing me, again. It all happened that quickly, too. Just one day and I never wanted to go back. The best part was that even weeks later, they showed no sign of wanting me to leave. Not that I really knew who "they" were. Whoever "they" were, they were always finding more to stuff me.

It’s bigger on the inside.

The hypnosis has effects on them before they know it. At some point, they do know it. However, they do things like Blane. He’s not at home. He still has most things he has when he leaves the house. As he tries to turn off the video he finds himself watching, looking away does not occur to him. Instead, he points his car alarm toward the screen and tries to change the channel. What he believes happens as a result is irrelevant. He will soon be some sort of hungry or thirsty that he cannot identify. There’s a certain way they vaguely tug at their own clothing when they reach this point; a certain stare in their eyes for what the screen shows them. There is drooling, their mouths are open as their tongue works at some invisible thing it wishes were there. When he finally notices that his face is being pressed by numerous large rigid delicious man sausage, he dives on them. This process doesn’t always take care of the gag reflex, but the way they shove meat down their throats (and the way they’ll let their faces be fucked) takes care of that rather quickly. Many clients enjoy the fresh made cock lover still in his last clothes. It’s like gift wrapping. Blane’s clothes were soaked in cum before they were removed. That’s when his master got to have Blane’s first orgasm since having his new mind.

He wasn’t a sailor, but he made it onboard as one. Later, all the targets this hook was able to identify would disembark with him.

At my favourite club wierd things started to happen. One night my best friend, Jack disappeared for almost an hour, and when he came back his clothes were gone, he was half naked and he only wore red gym shorts. I tried to talk with him, but it seemed that he had been drugged. He didn’t recognise me, instead he asked me to look in his eyes and he told me that he wants me as his cocksucer mate. It was wierd. Like his eyes were glowing as I stared at him. I felt dizzy. My mouth ran dry and the thought started to arouse me that I may wrap my lips around his cock. But… Wait a minute… I’m not gay, and he is my best friend. I can’t do that. I snapped out, and ran away. He didn’t come after me, instead he turned to the guy behind him, and talked with him. Probably he told him the same, because in a minute the guy kneeled before him, and started to kiss Jack’s cock through his silky shorts. Insane… At the middle of the club… Something was really wrong. They headed to the toilet. I followed them, and pushed my ears to the door. I heard moans from the room, and Jack was speaking. Something monotonous. Something about surrender. Something about getting more recruits. Something about receiving Masters power by swallowing something. Geez, I hope they are not doing what I was thinking of… I rushed back to the bar, as I heard that they are about coming out. I saw Jack exiting the room first with a half hard cock under his red shorts, then the guy followed him, half naked, wearing similar shorts. They started to discuss with two other guys. I had enough. I was threatened by what happened. It’s like a horror movie or an invasion. I had to go home.

At night I got no sleep. All I could think was Jakes glowing eyes, and what I felt. It’s strange, but I still got hard if I thought about kissing his bulge through his shorts. I could feel the hardness of his cock while the fabric is stroking my lips. I started to fantasise. I imagined the situation when I didn’t run away and kept staring in his mesmerizing eyes. I saw myself in the toilet as I kiss and luck his cock while it’s hard enough to fuck me. I saw myself exposing my hole to Jake to penetration, while my mind became foggier and foggier. What should they swallow to gain power? Who is their Master? How would he look like? What is his purpose? There were so many questions I couldn’t cum. I need to find out. I got dressed and got back to the club. When I entered I saw more than 20 guys wearing only those red satin shorts. The girls already left the club. When I looked around almost everybody had his red shorted mate. Some of them were worshipping their cocks to make it hard. Some of them were fucked by their shiny shorts invader. I was stunned and frightened, but my curiosity kept me in. I wanted to walk further, but Jack and three other guys stepped in front of me.

"He said you will come back. The spell on you was stong enough to plant the seed of submission in your head. But He said you are dangerous yo be given powers. Nobody should snap out of our binding. Therefore you will be given another role. We are all Masters slave, and soon you will be a slave too. But you will be degraded. You will be the slave of the top four slaves. The first ones. You will worship them… You will be their asslicker fagott with no will of your own. You will be their human toilet if they decide so. Because they are the most powerful ones. The favourites of Master. The ones who got part of their free will back."

I couldn’t say a word. All four were staring at me. No matter where I looked, they were everywhere. I knew it makes no sense to fight. I have to surrender to them, and accept my place as the slave of the four shiny shorts god. I dropped on my knees. They stood in a circle around me, all of them looking down at me, hypnotizing me at once. Because this was hypnosis, the most powerful one. I looked up to Jake and said:

"I’m sorry that I ran away I wasn’t ready. Now I am. Please forgive me Master. " I almost cried when I reached for his shorts to kiss his bulge. He accepted my apology and grabbed my head to control me. He pulled my head into his crotch so I couldn’t feel anything but him. His hard cock… The intoxicating scent of cum in the shorts. I was in heaven. Then he turned me to the other boys crotch and made me kiss them.

"You are not only my slave, but theirs also. You need to please and love them just as much as me."

I started to kiss the bulge of the guy whom Jake first captured. He looked down on me with an evil grin on his face, spat on me, and said:

"You are ours, fagott!"

I thanked the spit and kept worshipping his cock like I’ve been doing this in my entire life.

The final celebratory act of the ceremonial graduation was the flinging of the underpants. Henceforth, they would be nude but for their own fur.

They used to have clothing. They stopped to smell a beautiful flower. When they looked at each other again, the only thing they could think was to fuck. Later, they saw the flower again; they fucked again. More and more the flower grew and more and more they saw and were drawn to the flower, where they fucked. There were so many, they fucked in a bed of them and slept. The flowers were drawn to their cum, to their dicks. The flowers closed on their cocks and their tendrils grew into the two men. For two days, they slept in a perpetual orgasm. When they woke amid the flowers (which were now bigger and taller and more numerous among a wider patch of blossoms) the two of them were still erect. They fucked again and made their way; this time, with only their pack. For weeks, they roamed the forest. Time after time, they fucked and slept amid the flowers, feeding them. They started to get erections just from seeing the flowers. They walked up to the patches and fucked. One day, they walked up to flowers that honed in on their cocks. As their heads were engulfed and tendrils grew into them and the orgasm began, the two men embraced. Their mouths ravaged one another as the flowers fed.

Sometimes a shirt is an inspiration. The client who purchased this guy keeps him silvery skinned and bald headed.

The orchard is very big. The workers who harvest the fruit need something to relax now and again. For that you hire us. Our men roam the fields with little or nothing on, waiting to do whatever the farm hand wants or needs.

"They get you in your sleep," he warned. "They hit you with something that knocks you much deeper than merely asleep and take you to their farm. For as long as they like (and probably for the rest of your life) they milk you for cum. Machines stimulate you and milk you nonstop, even when you’re sleeping. They just keep pumping you for load after load. Hell knows when or how they feed you, but you never move." It all sounded far fetched. "Hang on," I said to him, "how do you even know what they do with you when they kidnap you?" "I don’t. This is a dream. They picked you up a long time ago. You won’t care about leaving when you wake up, though. It feels too good. It’s bliss and they just give it to you."

He wants your mouth, but only because he hasn’t seen your dick, yet. Not only will he lick his lips, then, but he’ll also be salivating.

Everyone’s having a good time. It’s all part of the fun when some of them act a bit silly now and again. There’s that one behavior, though: Our scouts can recognize the one whose got a drop in his drink, become a Target and started responding to the subliminals that have been playing all night. The Targets go to the “private party”; which explains away their immediate absence. We never let any of the guests remember things very clearly, anyway, but they all had a good time.